I Was a Small Fish When I Reincarnated, but It Seems That I Can Become a Dragon, so I Will Do My Best - Extra Chapter 164
Emotion Consume -> Emotion Devour
Volume 6. Reizen The Spirit Turtle (Black Tortoise, Genbu, B?if?ng Xuánw?)
6-1. Side -Fuuril – Failure
Fuuril was flying through the sky, where the wind was blowing strongly.
There was no issue with the battle wounds as they were healing thanks to ‘Regeneration’, but the battle had simply gone on for too long.
His body ached all over.
This was the price of his skill.
‘Emotion Devour’ is a skill that consumes emotions that he himself cannot feel, converting them into power. The stronger the emotion, the greater the power, but it also puts more strain on the body. Without ‘Regeneration’, he wouldn’t even be able to fly right now.
Grimacing, he glided on the wind.
As he neared the ground, he spread his wings at the right moment to slow down and landed gently. Simultaneously, a dull pain throbbed in his knees.
“Ugh…damn it…”
Even flying was painful.
By now, he figured his pursuers wouldn’t catch up, so he sat down in the shade of a tree. He was far from the main road, with no sign of any people around. He could rest his wings for a while.
As expected, the evil god had been strong. The battle felt genuine, yet there was no sense of lethal intent, no feeling of a life-or-death struggle. It seemed like the evil god was intentionally holding back, perhaps to recall how to fight.
Maybe the evil god had been serious, but he certainly wasn’t at their full power.
“Terrifying.”
Lize had also been fast. Though lacking combat experience, that was clearly a thing of the past. He should be considered a threat. The same goes for Houen. Had he not intervened, kidnapping that child would have been easy…
Houen was arguably the biggest threat. Known for his sharp eyes and intelligence, he was also immortal, making direct combat pointless. And his ‘Absolute Flame’ was a formidable threat. A single hit would mean defeat, incinerating any ordinary angel in an instant.
“…What to do…”
Three of them were already awake. Fuuril had hoped to eliminate Lize here, but that hope was now gone. Maybe archangels could handle it, he mused, but if he failed, they might too.
Fuuril’s skills were highly specialized for combat among angels, recognized even by archangels. Yet he didn’t actually know their abilities, having only seen them research and give orders, never fight.
He did know that one of the three was far stronger than him, proven by possessing only one skill. The skill’s singularity indicated it was all they needed.
Looking up at the sky, Fuuril watched the clouds drift by on the strong wind, finding them amusing.
“…I don’t want to go back…”
He muttered. Returning meant facing accusations of failure. Despite the delay being their fault, he’d be labeled incompetent.
Confidence was fine, but spouting strategies without battlefield experience was mere armchair theory. Nothing goes perfectly, and strategies from inexperience were unreliable.
Still, he couldn’t avoid reporting. Protecting his aching body, he took out a communication crystal from his pocket. Infusing it with a bit of magic, it glowed softly, and a voice emerged.
“Yo, Fuuril.”
“Hey.”
“I’m glad to hear your voice again. Did you complete the mission?”
“The situation was different. I was told only Ouryuu would be there, so why were Byakko and Shuzaku also present?” (Ouryuu – Dragon King/Lord – Ouren, Byakko – White Tiger – Lize, Shuzaku – Phoenix – Houen)
“…Did you fail?”
“Fighting three alone is impossible for me.”
He disliked this guy, who only cared about mission success. A shut-in who was good at pulling others down, with knowledge of research but little else useful.
Fuuril couldn’t understand why they continued sabotaging each other when their goals were the same.
“I’m disappointed in you.”
“…There’s something I’ve been wondering.”
This was the only chance to ask. Regardless of who might be listening, he needed to clarify their positions, as following their instructions would only increase their losses.
The mobile unit always suffered. How many angels had died listening to these guys? The number was small, but angels couldn’t afford more losses, akin to the losses of a human nation.
Anger welled up, and Fuuril questioned in a voice tinged with hostility.
“What’s your goal?”
A long silence. It was so quiet he thought the communication had been cut, but they were just thinking of an excuse. He tried to continue, but a voice came back from the other end.
“The goal is the same. On the surface, at least.”
“Tch…”
Fuuril smashed the communication crystal. He had expected as much.
“Now I understand, you bastards.”
No wonder they kept interfering. But knowing their goal cleared things up a bit.
He quickly took out another communication crystal and infused it with magic, connecting immediately. Reliable subordinates were essential.
“What is it, Fuuril-sama?”
“Evacuate everyone and gather at the Sacred Fish Plain. I’ll explain later.”
“Y-Yes, sir!”
He heard the sounds of hurried movements before the connection was cut. His condition would improve soon. Testing his arm, most of the joint pain was already gone.
He exhaled and stood up. There was still some discomfort, but it was manageable. His destination was clear. He had to head to the Sacred Fish Plain and stop the resurrection of the Spirit Turtle. This time, he had allies. Even if the three were together, they wouldn’t stand a chance.
“…I won’t let things go as planned, Kyuuri.”